Os gofid sy'n dy wasgu'n drwm

Os gofid sy'n dy wasgu'n drwm,
Yn gwneyd dy enaid megis plwm;
  Dan flinder trist na wyla'n ffol,
  Mae it' orphwysfa etto'n ol.

Os trwy'r anialwch niwlog, maith,
Yn eitha' dyrys mae dy daith;
  Dan flinder trist na wyla'n ffol,
  Mae it' orphwysfa etto'n ol.

Os yw dy enaid yn tristâu,
O achos twyll cyfeillion gau;
  Dan flinder trist na wyla'n ffol,
  Mae it' orphwysfa etto'n ol.

Os galar llym sy'n gwywo'th wedd
Wrth roi perth'nasau yn y bedd;
  Dan flinder trist na wyla'n ffol,
  Mae it' orphwysfa etto'n ol.

Os wyt yn dechreu teimlo'th ffydd
Yn wan, o eisiau gwel'd y dydd;
  Gwęd wrth dy enaid, (na fydd ffol,)
  Gorphwysfa yw sydd etto'n ol.

If distress is pressing thee heavily,
Making thy soul like lead;
  Under sad grief do not weep foolishly,
  There is for thee remaining a rest.

If through the vast, foggy desert,
Extremely troublesome is thy journey;
  Under sad grief do not weep foolishly,
  There is for thee remaining a rest.

If thy soul is growing sad,
On account of the deceipt of false friends;
  Under sad grief do not weep foolishly,
  There is for thee remaining a rest.

If keen mourning is withering thy face
While putting relatives into the grave;
  Under sad grief do not weep foolishly,
  There is for thee remaining a rest.

If thou art beginning to feel thy faith
Weak, from want of seeing the day;
  Tell my soul, (be not foolish,)
  A rest there is still remaining.